The rich aroma of wine suddenly overflows, and the mellow aroma and the fresh aroma of beer are completely different styles.

The aroma of wine is in my heart, just smelling it, I am already drunk.

"This wine is indeed good." McGonagall, who was in the kitchen, also smelled the wine, her eyes lit up, and she couldn't help but admire.

In fact, this wine is not brewed by him, Moutai is not beer, there is no such thing as freshly brewed, years of cellaring, years or even decades of base wine, as well as various complicated details of the brewing process, seasonal selection, etc., all have great limitations.

Saipan Tavern is about to open, so McGonagall can't wait a few years for the wine to be brewed, right? So I bought a batch of Moutai and whiskey from the county directly from the system.

As for the Moutai and whisky distilleries, when Hannah's rum factory is running smoothly and enters the mass production stage, McGonagall plans to leave it to her.

This Moutai, according to the system, is the best Moutai liquor brewed with the highest standard by restoring the ancient brewing method and adding the modern ultimate brewing technology.

McGonagall doesn't like liquor, but she has also drunk Moutai a few times at the elders' wine party, and in terms of aroma, the Moutai produced by the system did crush what he drank on the wine table, but the aroma aroused a little wine worm.

"Don't be in a hurry to drink yet, I'll get you some snacks." McGonagall glanced at Irina, who was grabbing the bottle and was going to open it directly.

"Do you have any appetizers?" Irina was a little surprised, but she still carried the bottle to the table next to her and sat down.

After a while, McGonagall walked out with a small tray with a drunkard peanut, a cold pork ear, and a cold pork tongue, and a small wine glass.

"It's all new dishes, when did you secretly learn it behind my back?" Irina looked at the three appetizers and said with some surprise.

"That's not learning, that's creating." McGonagall calmly picked up the bottle and poured a glass of Moutai for Irina, "This wine is easy to get drunk, unlike beer, drink it slowly, taste it slowly." ”

"Won't you sit down and have two drinks with me?" Irina looked at the only cup, then looked up at McGonagall and said.

"Today, on the first day of the tavern's opening, I won't drink, and I won't be able to receive guests when I'm drunk." McGonagall laughed and shook her head, he wasn't arrogant enough to think he could drink liquor without getting drunk.

As a tavern owner with a professional ethic, in order to bring professional service to his guests, his principle is not to drink alcohol during working hours.

"Okay, then I'll be drunk alone." Irina picked up her glass and took a sip.

At the entrance of the wine, her delicate brows frowned slightly, and it was indeed a little different from the liqueur beer, this Moutai had a soft entrance.

But her brow soon furrowed, and the crisp and sweet taste began to bloom in her mouth, and the mellow body of the wine made people try to explore and analyze the aromas.

The aroma of the grain, the aroma of the cellar, the sweetness of fermentation...... She was overwhelmed by the scents.

If Beer is a little girl dressed in cool clothes, then Moutai is a young woman in the boudoir who still holds a pipa and half-covers her face, and if you take away his pipa, there may be a veil behind her.

After a long time, Irina opened her eyes, and the aftertaste was endless, and her lips and teeth were fragrant.

"This wine is wonderful!" Irina praised.

Unlike the crisp, sweet and juicy fruit wine and refreshing beer, this Moutai let her know for the first time that the wine can indeed be tasted slowly, and the elegant and delicate taste is irresistible.

"Don't just drink, eat something." McGonagall reminded as she looked at Irina, who was about to take another sip with her glass.

"Won't you get drunk if you have a peanut?" Irina picked up her chopsticks, pinched a drunkard peanut, and threw it in her mouth.

"Click!"

The teeth collided with the peanut with a soft thud.

"It's crispy!"

Irina had eaten the goblin clan's saltwater peanuts, but she had never felt the soft taste.

But the peeled peanuts have a crispy taste!

Then the crispy aroma explodes in the mouth, and the hemp of Sichuan pepper, the spicy taste of chili pepper, the aroma of pepper, and the aroma of various spices are released during chewing.

Slag slag slag ......

"These peanuts are so fragrant." Irina glanced up at McGonagall and threw another peanut into her mouth, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a happy smile.

It was as if to say, "My husband is awesome!" ”

"That's, it doesn't matter who did it." The corners of McGonagall's mouth are also rising crazily, and a small serving of drunkard peanuts is a concentrated embodiment of cooking skills, representing the king-level powerhouse in the appetizers.

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"I didn't expect Romo Street to become so depressed and lonely." A middle-aged man in a black robe walked down the streets of Romo Street, looking at the closed shops on both sides of the street, and sighed lightly.

Poppy is an official of the Ministry of War, and many things have happened in the Ministry of War in the past two days, which has made this originally majestic department quite miserable overnight.

The military headquarters was besieged for three whole days, and many officials were taken away for questioning, even a person like him, who was completely idle in his post, was taken away for questioning, and only today he was allowed to return to the military headquarters to continue his work.

Yesterday he heard about the tragedy that happened in the city of Luodu, and the boss he respected the most was destroyed, and after hearing the news last night, he also went with him to hit the wall.

Poppy finished the work at hand and didn't want to go home, so he planned to go to Romo Street for a drink.

But the tavern that he frequented with his boss a few years ago has closed, and several familiar restaurants and taverns are gone, leaving only an empty store.

"Ugh." Poppy sighed and glanced at the rather lively Titan Tavern in the distance, which he had heard of, the wine was very average, but the proprietress was a rather beautiful woman.

He just wanted to drink quietly by himself, but now it seemed that there was no better choice.

"Huh?" Just as he was about to walk towards the Titan Tavern across the street, a faint scent stopped him.

His brow furrowed slightly, and he sniffed hard.

"Is this the smell of wine?" Poppy's face had a look of surprise and uncertainty on his face, the scent was so tempting.

After a moment's hesitation, he followed the scent, and before long he saw a tavern with lights on.

"This tavern is still there." Poppy was a little surprised, but after seeing the sign, he suddenly realized, "It turns out that the boss has changed." ”

But as you approach the tavern, the aroma of the wine has become more and more intense.

If his original intention was to buy a drunk, now he wants to taste this seductive aroma and let himself be intoxicated by it.

It looked like the tavern was open, so he reached for the door and walked in.

The layout of the tavern is completely different from the original, the open hall looks simple and elegant, and the tan log style makes people feel comfortable and natural.

And Poppy's eyes were already drawn to the only guest in the tavern, oh no, it should be the small crystal glass in front of her, and the thick aroma of wine emanated from it.